A Royal Wrong by Fred M. White

Amsted had learnt nothing from experience. The fact that he was in great peril, that he was like a wounded bird in a trap, troubled him not at all. Liston had landed him in a place of safety apparently beyond the reach of danger, and had left him to himself for a time. An hour or so later Liston was alarmed to discover that Amsted had gone out. He had scribbled a note that a friend had found his address and needed him. His friend, it appeared, was in trouble, and that was a call to which Amsted did not fail to respond.

Liston muttered something that was the reverse of complimentary to his volatile acquaintance. It was just the idiotic kind of thing that Amsted would do at a crisis. At that rate, he would lay himself up permanently, where his board and lodging would cost him nothing.